"I see." Mark's entire demeanor changed, his irritation replaced by respect. His eyes moved past Moon to properly examine the white horse for the first time, and his expression brightened with appreciation. "That's a magnificent nightmare you have there. A solid steed indeed."
He stepped out of his doorway to get a better look, his expert gaze taking in Mirage's proportions and bearing.
"Reminds me of the ancient Arabian steed—Naborr. The horse had a really powerful bloodline known for their beauty, athleticism, and loyalty. Your companion has that same... presence."
Moon accepted the compliment by reaching up to rub Mirage's mane affectionately, a proud smile crossing his face. Mirage neighed aggressively, irritated outwardly, despite being pleased by the praise inwardly.
"Alright, let me see what I'm working with," Mark said, respectfully. He approached Mirage slowly, hands extended in a non-threatening manner as he began a more thorough inspection.
